Like the whole fraternity house full of signal callers who’ve matriculated through the revolving door of Jeff Brohm’s QB Room at the Schnell Complex then left, two more have bid the Cardinals their fond(?) adieu.
Deuce Adams and Brady Allen have gone veni vidi splitski.
Sayonara, ye former future Johnny U wannabes.
As for who’s got next, seems that Coach B searched through the discount bins at Bargain Supply. Those who might have had former Buckeye Lincoln Kienholz as the next Cardinal TP QB, cash your ticket.
With a few loyalists hangin’ around — thank you Clev Lubin and apparently Isaac Brown — Louisville’s roster is undergoing an almost total makeover.
To the consternation of the fan base.
But, ya know what kids, hate it as we might and do, it’s everywhere, it’s everywhere.
Several sources advise that in the first weekend of the TP, there are 4500 or so DI pigskinners who see greener grass somewhere other than where they are currently enrolled for their higher education.
Love that class at Somewhere Else A&M — English 359: Keats’ Hip Hop Influence.
And you thought a lot of space travelers were morphing intergalactically through the Iconian Gateway.
Pshaw. Beam ’em up, Scotty.
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